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Ainreth really, really wanted to spend the next month at least drunk in whichever tavern would take him. The rumors had been true. Varilik really had decided to steal Fenn from Ain. And it was sort of obvious that had been his plan all along, wasn't it? Who kissed an acquaintance on the cheek randomly? Who invited them to get a drink in the middle of the night and then let them sleep in the tent that only had one bedroll in it? And now there was no doubt Fennrin was well and truly on t
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Fennrin was still reeling from what had happened. The following festivities after the feast had been cancelled given the situation, but his hands were still shaking. He'd not expected Daryan's fake assassin to try to kill him, let alone the way he had. Fennrin had certainly been waiting for the man to strike, but to throw a knife at the Herald? Fennrin had nearly not managed to stop the knife in time. If he had failed, it would have ruined everything, and it would have been Fennrin's f
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Ainreth hated everything. He didn't want to be at the palace, he certainly didn't want to take part in the Day of the Moon. And he wanted to be nowhere near the Herald even more than that. And yet he was here, sitting at the table opposite to where he would be sitting. Blight. Why was he a rare, powerful az-ari? The fame really had some drawbacks. But if he were to be honest with himself, it wasn't Varilik who was putting him in such a bad mood. It was the fact that Fenn would be here,
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Aw, thank you, I'm really glad to hear you're liking it. (I'm sometimes not 100% sure that's the case based on some of the reactions 😅)
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It had been two weeks. And despite everyone's best efforts, the war effort wasn't very successful in convincing Kyr-Toryl's citizens of the importance of seeing this through. Fennrin found himself getting increasingly more irritable, the only things helping him relax a little despite his failures being spending time with Daryan and his cat. Fennrin was currently sitting on his bed, petting Snowflake who was purring furiously in his lap, holding her close. He needed to force himself to
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Yarima snuck around the Lys-Akkarian war camp, using the cover of night to get close. It hadn't taken long for her mother to give her a task, though it had taken longer than she'd thought. Yarima was certain someone had been sent to follow her, but she was doing her absolute best to shake them off. And given the fact that she'd seen no one for days, either they were insanely good or she had managed to lose them. Yarima certainly hoped it was the latter. She didn't need a babysitter, an
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meeting in a tavern on the other side of Kyr-Toryl tonight—at the Headless Dragon." Ain nodded. He'd been to that tavern a few times. Of course the only reason he could actually recall it was the fact that the tavern did indeed have a headless dragon hanging from the ceiling, albeit it was a carved, wooden one. That was simply too strange and different for his drunk brain not to retain. "Fennrin will be there, and Varilik should as well. I want you to go there, invisible. Listen in on
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Fennrin had spoken to the crowd, and shockingly enough they seemed to have actually listened to him because they did disperse afterward. But it was probably mostly Daryan's speech he'd given before that convinced them. It had been very difficult to say anything, though. Not with Ain watching the entire time. Fennrin sighed. He hadn't been very fair to him, but he couldn't help but feel frustrated with him. He'd not expected his emotions to get the better of him the way they had, but it was
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Could be anyone👀
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At this point she doesn't like it but as long as the Court votes to keep the war going she has to lead the army.
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Ain is new to caring about consequences still
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For days, Ainreth had been talking to the protesters, trying to figure out how to help them out. It gave him some reason to get up in the morning. It was nice. Because the only other thing he had going on was regretting everything he'd said to Fennrin. He really hoped they could make a difference and bring him home. Fennrin would probably be annoyed with him, and more than likely hurt, but they could move on from this, surely. "Are you sure you want me giving a speech?" Ain asked Anyri
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He absolutely turned them to mulch
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Fennrin gritted his teeth, clenching both of his fists as he made all the Orinovan soldiers around him fall to the floor, their necks broken, dying in unison. He had listened to Daryan. He had tried letting go of his fear. And the results were impressive, if he said so himself. As far as he knew, very few of the hundreds of soldiers fighting with him had even been hurt because of how easy it was to cut the Orinovans down. Fennrin finished killing more of them before a horn sounded—a fa
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They will definitely try
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Growth
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Ainreth sighed as he walked to the Arbiter's office again the next day. His head still hurt from drinking the day before, and he might have sobbed into Snowflake's fur at one point, but to be honest he didn't care how he looked. He simply wanted to get this over with and then.... Probably sulk some more. The sooner he got his position back, the better. Before he drank all of his wine. And lost his mind. But when he approached Mar-Ethen's office, he paused when he heard arguing. As
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Fennrin had spent what felt like hours just thinking, staring into space in what used to be his and Ainreth's tent. Being here was definitely not helping anything, but he couldn't get himself to move, stuck replaying what happened in his head over and over. He couldn't believe they'd gotten here. He'd always thought they could talk things out, no matter what. Because they loved each other, didn't they? But Ainreth had made it perfectly clear that he wanted nothing to do with him. And t
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We can only hope
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Nothing about anything felt right, especially the world. Ainreth couldn't believe he'd essentially broken up with Fenn, lost his position and was going home in one fell swoop. He'd not wanted any of this. He didn't truly care about losing his position in the army, but the rest of it.... Ainreth had had to hold back tears many times on the way over, and even though Petre had straight up told him it was okay if he wanted to cry, he refused. Not in front of them. He couldn't just fall apa
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If Yari managed at this point to kill her mother, Orinovo wouldn't win because there would be no more justification for war. She and her brother don't want to destroy Lys-Akkaria, so peace at last
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Yarima had meant to start putting together her plan to be rid of her mother and the entire court. However, her brother had been worrying her, which kept distracting her. And if she couldn't be there for him now that she was back, what kind of sister would she be? The only problem was that he seemed hesitant to share what was bothering him. Aside from everything wrong with their country, of course. Yarima was more or less convinced it had something to do with his newly demoted boyfriend, but
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Nah ofc not, Fenn wants to do it, there's no need to convince him it's for morale
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You know him so well already
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Ainreth had barely slept. He'd had something to drink, but because he spent the whole night hoping that Fenn would come back, he hadn't gone properly blackout drunk. He had gone out to try to look for Fennrin sometime after midnight, but that had ended in failure. And now the sun was rising, and Fennrin still hadn't returned. And Ainreth was very worried. He kept telling himself that Fenn had probably just slept in another tent, even though they didn't bring any extra with them. But surely
